Snippet #1699457

A bet.
Awesome.

That was his first response. Cael always had bad luck with money, bad luck with most things, in fact. He could almost guarantee that if he put fifty dollars down on the table at that moment, it would never return to him. But the thought changed when Saber continued. That was the bet? That was what he had to do? What kind of a bet was that? He was expecting something stupid, that any brainless person could do. But this...this called for deceiving people. Did it really matter though? The girls weren't a waste of human skin, nothing to that extreme, but he didn't exactly want to get close to them either. And Cael was no womanizer. He could be nice, but never went further, as he found it extremely difficult to do.

He stared at Saber blankly, watching the fifty dollar bills flood to the table in a rush, as every one of his friends agreed. Soon, he was the last one left to make a decision. Fifty dollars was quite a bit. To him anyways. Their family was going through a...rough patch at the time, and fifty dollars was a lot to lose. But then there was even more to win, and he didn't want anyone to know that he was low on money, going through troubles. For a moment, he seemed to be in some sort of trance, thinking but eventually, Cael reached into his pocket, taking out three wrinkled bills. Two twenties, and a ten.

It was just a game. No real emotions would be involved, and he didn't even have to like the person he had to get to like him. It was going to be easy though, most girls would never pass up the opportunity to be acquainted with a member of their group. He had a feeling that the nerds would be like the others as well.

With trouble, he set down the money in the pile already formed, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as the money left his fingertips. Well, maybe something fun would benefit from this. This wasn't exactly his sort of game though, but he could try his best.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." He uttered quietly, raking a hand through his blond hair nervously.